In a daze, looking at Zou Feng's "benevolent" smile, Xu Haoran finally had a thought: 'This man might be even more terrifying than Yang Yanpeng...'
The reason he'd chosen to be a turncoat, aside from his own corrupt nature, was mainly that he had witnessed Yang Yanpeng's great power.
Yang Yanpeng, after all, had cultivated the complete version of the Five Poison Palm to the Realm of Synthesis and Mastery.
He was absurdly strong!
'How could he and Zou Feng, who'd only practiced an incomplete version of the Five Poison Palm, possibly fight Yang Yanpeng?!'
"Brother Feng, you... you can't blame me..."
"A wise man knows when to bend to the circumstances. I had no choice!"
Before the words were even out of his mouth, Xu Haoran began to struggle, trying to break free from Zou Feng's grasp.
At the same time, he channeled energy into his other hand and struck out at Zou Feng, using the Broken Face technique from the Five Poison Palm.
